Tom Allison: The teacher_s incest urge

Bill licked his lips and climbed clumsily on top of her. Betty looked down eagerly as he lifted the shaft of his dick, fitting the tip to the pouting lips of her cunt. Then he bucked his hips downward, quickly slipping over half of his cock into the buttery wetness of her pussy tunnel.

"Unnghhhh!" Betty cried. Instinctively, she whipped up her legs and locked them around his back, gasping as she felt her pink cunt walls stretching around his thick prick. "Oh, yes, darling! That's so good! It's going into me now! Oh, it's been so long! Fuck meeeee!"

Bill winced. For a thirty-seven-year-old woman, Betty had an extremely small, tight cunt. Bill could hardly stand the excitement as her pussy muscles wetly sucked his prick.

Slowly he writhed between her spread eagled thighs, changing the angle of his cock so that it speared straight down into the clasping depths of her fuck hole. Then he rammed every inch of his rod into her, moaning with pleasure as he felt his dick buried balls-deep in the enveloping wetness of her cunt.

"Awwwwnhhhh!" Betty cried. A wet heat coursed through her loins, making her cunt muscles suck tightly to the blue-veined shaft. Betty clawed his back and feverishly humped her little ass up off the mattress, furiously thrusting her pussy over his cock. "Unh, Bill, fuck me, unh, do it, unh, hard! Fuck me, unhhhh!"

Bill started to piston his hips. His long, cumsoaked cock stabbed smoothly through the pink slit of her cunt, reaming out her pussy with a deliciously steady rhythm. Panting, Bill dropped his head onto the jiggling globes of her huge tits. He took one fat red nipple into his mouth and sucked it hard as he continued to fuck her.

"Harder! Fuck me haaaard!" Betty shouted. Desperately, she grabbed Bill's head and pulled it closer, trying to stuff more of her aching tits between his lips. "Make me cum! Cum on your prick!"

Bill sucked and licked and chewed on her stiff nipples, using his teeth to pull them out of the creamy whiteness of her tits. The rhythm of his fucking became more urgent. Betty felt his huge cock grow even stiffer within the wet sheath of her cunt. The bed began to shake with the animal like intensity of their humping.

Fucking me now! Betty thought hotly. Oh, God, it's been so long… a man's prick! All big and hard… thrusting inside me… up my cunt! I love it now! Oh yes, I'm gonna cum! I need him to fuck me so much!

Betty pushed her arms down and grabbed the heaving cheeks of Bill's ass, feverishly struggling to get his cock another inch inside her pussy. Panting and shrieking, she began to fuck up into him as hard as she could.

"Fuck me!" she screamed. The searing heat compounded deep inside her pussy, making her fuck juices stream around the thrusting shaft of Bill's dick. "I'm so close! Oh, God, yes! I'm gonna cum again!"

"Unh!" Bill grunted. "Oh, shit, Betty! Can't hold it back! Fm popping my rocks now!"

Bill gasped and thrust his prick violently into the pink slit of her fuck hole. Deep inside of her cunt, Betty felt his meat jerk and throb.

Then the second load of his cream squirted out of his prick head. Rhythmically, the jism pumped into her pussy, filling her cunt tunnel with the white load of his cum. Bill moaned as he slowly worked his spurting cock through the grip of her pussy. The last of his cum spouted out of the slit in his knob, dribbling out of Betty's hairy cunt, running down her thighs, dripping onto the bed.

"I didn't cum," Betty whispered. Her voice was soft and vaguely astonished, as if she was shocked that she could wait so long to be laid without receiving the satisfaction she needed. "Bill… I didn't cum yet."

"Sorry about that," Bill murmured. He grinned drunkenly and relaxed, his head nestled in the pillows of her huge tits. Betty felt his cock softening in her pussy. "Happens sometimes. Nobody's perfect, if you know what I mean! Sorry about that, Betty. Heh, heh!"

Bill groaned and rubbed his cheek against her nipples. Betty stared at the ceiling and remained silent. There was no point in berating Bill for not making her cum. He wasn't going to get another hard-on, and that was all there was to it. There wasn't any point in getting him to suck her off, either. That wasn't the kind of cum she needed.

She needed to get fucked. Betty thought of shooting off all over a thrusting stiff dick and sighed with frustrated lust. She was beginning to get worried about herself. In the past few months, she'd become increasingly horny. Soon she might lose control of herself, and then there was no telling what could happen.

And there were other things to think about that had nothing to do with sex. Her teaching position at Cranbrook, for instance. Her students needed her help so badly. That was why they were there, and she could never allow herself to forget her responsibility to them.

Why, tomorrow she had an appointment with Richie! He was one of the worst behaved students in her class. Betty knew she had to prepare herself for the meeting.

And then there were her children. Her daughter Sally was growing up now. It was hard being a mother when the father was gone. Sally had inherited her own incredible voluptuousness. Betty knew she had to teach her about men, so that she wouldn't be misled.

And then, of course, there was Phil. Phil… Betty considered the case of her teenaged son and sighed heavily. It always struck her as ironic that a teacher at a school for delinquent youths could have a son more delinquent than any of them.

"… and you know perfectly well that you're constantly making crude remarks to some of the more attractive girls in your class. Richard, I realize that boys will be boys, but there's a time and a place for everything. And the scores on your last test were simply abominable. I just wish I knew what you had to say for yourself."

The two of them, teacher and student, were seated in Betty's classroom in the English building. It was five o'clock, and they were alone in the school Betty sat beside the desk, wearing her sternest expression. Rich sat in front of her, grinning, remaining silent.

Betty was having a hard time concentrating on her lecture. All Rich had on was a pair of denim cut-offs. She couldn't take her eyes off his body, the bulging muscles of his boyish figure, the tempting bulge in his pants. She was still horny from her frustrations with Bill the night before.

"I'm waiting for an answer, Richard," she said, trying not to stare at the lump of his dick.

Rich chuckled and popped a wad of chewing gum. "You really want to know the truth, Teach?"

"Don't call me 'Teach'. Of course I do."

"Well, it's like this, Mrs. Talmadge. I'm horny all the time. Or sexually frustrated. Whatever you want to call it."

Rich leaned forward and looked at her with wide, innocent eyes. Betty felt herself blushing. She couldn't believe that one of her teenaged high school students was telling her this.

"It gets really bad sometimes," he continued softly. "I mean, I'll be trying to concentrate on my lessons and all, and then I'll start thinking about some chick's cunt, and how much I'd like to fuck her. Guys my age, you know, they can really go out of their minds when they're turned on. And you know who gets me turned on the most?"

"Richard, I don't think I'm the one you should be telling this to," Betty said sternly. The blush was visible in her cheeks now, and there was no mistaking the burning wetness in her cunt. Rich was making her horny. A teenager, her own pupil, was turning her on!

"It's you, Mrs. Talmadge," Rich confessed brazenly. There was a leering twinkle in his eyes, as if he knew exactly how she would react to the statement. "I can't help it. Every time I look at you, well, I just want to run into the can and jerk my cock off."

"Richard, how dare you!" Betty said heatedly. "I'm your teacher, don't you ever…"